When the darkest race has just been
run for a million prayers, his kingdom
come, when every child that he gave birth is gathered round his feet on earth, when peace is stored like hay in
barn and all are proof from primal harm what place persists for cloven hoof or gory horn that holed the roof?

Rays of the Son

The simpleton knows what simpletons
know the mouse's house houses the mouse as somebody's body embodies my body this guise disguises these guileless
eyes.

When you flavour my curry to curry
my favour and work on demeaning the meaning
of work do you value my love or love my value?

Always to get away from it all I rode today to Day's Bay where the weathered ferry ferried
me.

This muse is mourning this morning's
news: Lotionless we bathe, motionless we
rave oceanless,
in the rays
of the Son.

Conversing With Him

I SAID"You have always been kind of a father
to me.The only time you stood over me was to protect me from the fire with your
shade."

YOU SAY"Love cannot be made to be.Once it is there, it is there foreverand there is nothing you can do to erase
it."

I SAID"Rung by rung I climbed Jacob's ladder
to your heartwashed in the clean of your love."

YOU SAY"When love refuses to die, you just have to let it be."

I SAID"There is no more light than your truth."

YOU SAY"My right hand claps the bell of Truth, the ring is tolled forever."